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Enjoy an Extra Holiday Helping of PDLTTYLDOI before we go on our holiday break! At the request of friend and listener Bingk, the crew watches the very loosely marvel-based Dracula: Sovereign of the Damned, and talks history, monsters, and the holiday. Send us your episode ideas: pleasedontcast@gmail.com https://forms.gle/wMHqpEmzn1wBNFrt9

Joe and Toni discuss Time Crash & Angels and Robots in the Doctor Who episode Voyage of the Damned. If you're interested in being a Friend of Rassilon, click here. Download • YouTube • RSS • Patreon • iTunes • Google Play • ESO Network

Joe and Toni discuss Time Crash & Angels and Robots in the Doctor Who episode Voyage of the Damned. If you’re interested in being a Friend of Rassilon, click here. Download • YouTube • RSS • Patreon • iTunes • Google Play • ESO Network The post The Watch-A-Thon of Rassilon: Episode 193: Voyage of the Damned (Will Be Wilf) appeared first on The ESO Network.

Twas the Night (but not actually because we recorded this a week prior to release) before Christmas, and all through the Podcast...Creatures were stirring. The Titanic was falling.Robin was in his Christmas hell.But will he remain a Grinch or will his heart grow?Join us as we revisit the Voyage of the Damned in this festive special of the podcast!Doctor Who belongs to the BBC.—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--Credits:HOSTS - JACK ALEXANDER, ROBIN FOALE, STAR CRAIB-LEETEEDITED BY - STAR CRAIB-LEETECOVER ART BY - @ BEYONDSTARSARTWORK (Instagram)TITLE SEQUENCE BY - THE LAW/STARDUST VFXVORTEX VFX - THE LAW/STARDUST VFXTHEME MUSIC BY - GEORGE C MUSICOUTRO - TILLY BROWNPRODUCERS - JACK ALEXANDER, ROBIN FOALE, & STAR CRAIB-LEETE—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--Socials:An Awful Linktree - https://linktr.ee/anawfullotofrunningJack Alexander - https://linktr.ee/Jack_AlexanderRobin Foale - https://x.com/RobinFoaleStar Craib-Leete - https://linktr.ee/beyondstars63Additional Editor - https://www.youtube.com/@Quod_MatterVFX - https://linktr.ee/stardustvfxMusician - https://www.youtube.com/@GeorgeCMusic—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--—--Made simply out of a love of Doctor Who.Keep running, you awful people.

Hospitality For Santa A gullible girl finds a Christmas Night Visitor. Based on a post by tomthumper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing? Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus! Eight years ago, when she was just eighteen, she had hidden behind the couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree at her parent's home. She'd just returned from college, after semester finals. But even when she was an elementary lass, friends had tried to convince her that Santa wasn't real. But Betty was a special girl. She really, really loved Santa. Eight years ago, as Santa slipped the last present under the tree that night, her mother had come out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of white stockings, stiletto heels, and hair ribbon; and gave Santa a very friendly hug. In return, Santa gave Betty's mum a very sexy workout that night. Betty got the gift of a very sexy education. Unfortunately, the next day when young Betty's salesman Dad called from the airport, about to board his rescheduled flight home; Betty had told him all about Santa's exciting visit. Dad had gotten very upset and yelled at Betty's mum. He hung up and they never saw him again. Betty's mum was angry, and threw Betty out of the house for good. From then on Betty had to go back to college, but since the dorms were vacated til past new years, she had to turn to some fraternities, who were always happy to help the plucky, busty, blonde beauty. They were eager to trade boarding for services. But it's 8 years later. Sneaking towards her apartment living room, Betty was very excited. It was Christmas and Santa had come to visit her! She wasn't angry about Santa causing her parents to split or her abandonment. She had never connected the events. No, Betty was as happy and excited as a particularly naïve schoolgirl. Santa was in her living room! She tried not to skip with glee, as she slipped into the unlit room. Santa was bent over the entertainment center. Perhaps, Betty thought, he was leaving a holiday music CD in her stereo. She hoped it was someone sexy and sophisticated like Britney Spears or Katy Perry. Betty flushed. Santa had sure slimmed down since the last time. He had the firmest butt that showed off very well indeed, in his tight blue jeans. He must have started going to the gym because his muscles bulged beneath his black sweater. He still wore a red Santa hat, which made sense since he was Santa. "Oh; Santa," she said, half out of happiness to find him bringing her presents, and half because; Wow! He was really built. Santa was startled and turned around. Betty was confused. Instead of being old with a white beard, he was young, with chiseled features, short spiky black hair and green vigorous eyes. But then again, Betty thought, Santa was a magical man. Perhaps this was how he appeared to lonely young women who were positively bursting out of their lacy intimates, like her mom had done, some 8 years earlier? "I'm sorry Santa," said Betty in a bashful voice, after flicking on a lamp. Santa was looking very nervous. He had dropped his bag of presents with a clank; and if she didn't know better, she would have said he was about to make a break for it. "I'm sorry Santa," she repeated, edging over to him. "I know I should be tucked in bed like a good girl. But I got so very excited when I heard you delivering my presents." Santa's mouth dropped open, and it took him a moment to say anything. "Santa?" he finally managed to say, in a marvelously deep voice. "You can't fool me, Santa," Betty said proudly, sticking out her magnificent chest. "I'm smart. You're disguising yourself! You may not look like Saint Nick, but who else would be bringing me presents tonight? The Easter Bunny?" "I; I guess you caught me," Santa said, googling at Betty's buxom tits. The fabric of her red negligee was light and sheer, almost transparent. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and her sizable jugs jostled together amiably. Santa could even catch the hint of her tit's dark areolas. "Well," he gulped. "I should go." He reached to pick up his sack. "Lots of boys and girls to visit." "Oh no, Santa!" Betty exclaimed, clutching him to her bosom. "Please don't go yet! Have some milk and cookies. Mama taught me to be extra hospitable, and be good to you." Santa got a strange look on his face as the buxom blonde rubbed up and down him in her small frilly teddy. Without her noticing, he flipped up the back of her nightie. He broke into a grin. This girl had gone to bed without any panties! "Okay," he said. "I'll stay a bit." He settled down in a brown comfy chair and let Betty serve him his milk and cookies. "Any beer?" Betty got Santa a tall cool one, which he guzzled, in one swig. "Ah!" He plopped the bottle down and looked up at Betty, who was hovering over his extended leg. Facing away, she was removing his boots for a foot massage, and accidentally giving him a preview of her equally blonde nether locks as well. He stretched and then grabbed her round the waist and set her on his lap. Then he asked with a grin. "So what do you want for Christmas, little girl?" "I thought you'd never ask, Santa!" exclaimed Betty. She giggled as she slid further up on his lap, making him go Ooof! and slip his hand up the back of her nightie; all the way up to her shoulder blades. Betty was so excited, she paid no attention to Santa's paw. "But you have to ask me the other question first, Santa," demanded Betty, bouncing on Santa's lap. "Holy" Santa caught himself just in time as Betty gave his lap the bouncing of its life. "What question honey?" "The naughty or nice question!" Betty said impatiently. "What's wrong with you, Santa?" Santa was breathing the sweet scent of Betty's hair; so had to shake his head to answer the question. "Oh, yes! Naughty or nice. Sorry, my girlfriend; I mean, Mrs. Claus left me for one of the elves." He eased his hand lower until it rested on her full round ass. Man, this chick was all curves! "That's awful, Santa!" said Betty, opening wide her full round lips around the 'aw' in awful. "Yes. I walked in on them," said Santa. "Have you ever seen an elf with a twelve inch dick?" "Not on an elf." Betty shuddered. "But twelve inches is a lot for any gal to take, let me tell you." She blushed, realizing that Santa was studying her closely. "Hmm, So you know exactly how she felt," he said, giving her bottom a squeeze. Betty giggled and wiggled. "So Santa has been all alone since June, and what with my work; I don't get to meet cute little scamps like you, except for around Christmas." "Poor Santa!" cried Betty. "So there's been no one to; relieve all the pressure?" Betty grinned as her hand involuntarily slid over the hump between his legs.. Santa might not be twelve inches, but she was pretty sure he was pushing eight or nine, judging from what a bumpy lap she was sitting on. "Yes, it's just been me and the reindeer," said Santa. "Oh, Santa," Betty said in a shocked voice. "You haven't been using Cupid or Comet that way, have you?" "What way is that?" asked Santa, running his finger down between her soft ass cheeks. "You know." Betty squirmed. "Like when a woman bends over and a man takes his; candy cane and slides it into her stocking." "Oh, reindeer-style," Santa drawled. "No, I've never gotten that desperate." He locked Betty in his gaze. "What about you? Have you been a good girl this year? I hope you haven't been getting your stocking stuffed, too much. Though you're very, very stuff-able." "Well..." Betty looked very guilty. "I've been, pretty good?" "Betty," Santa said sternly. "Remember who you are talking to." Betty tugged at the neck of Santa's sweater. "Well, I honestly didn't know about my mistletoe print dress, until Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Johnson took me into the coat room, and explained," she said in a defensive tone. "It was lucky Mr. Johnson told me to take it off, cause while they were performing the traditional punishment, Mr. Stevenson splattered all over me with his big dick! Santa's eyes widened as he imagined the banging of Betty Boots in the coat closet. His pants were getting tighter and tighter, nuzzling Betty's sexy bottom. "I got pretty tipsy as well," admitted Betty. "But I did a good deed! I gave Tim, the office boy, a hand job cause of his cock cancer." "Cock cancer?" "Yes," said Betty, biting her lip trying to remember. "He was afraid he might have cock cancer, and the only way to know was to; you know, try to cum. But he didn't want to find out all alone. So I;" Betty grinned sheepishly. "I gave him a hand job." "And?" asked Santa, shifting with exquisite discomfort. "Oh, he came really, really well!" Betty giggled. "I decided to really make sure he was A okay, so I sucked on him till he came again." Betty licked her full lips. "He tasted very healthy!" She glanced at Santa nervously. "I like tasting cocks. Is that naughty?" "Ho Ho! No!" Santa bounced Betty on his knee, watching her tits jiggle as her ass pounded his bulge. "Except Santa isn't sure if you're not just a little naughty," he said. "The last time I looked at you closely, was when you were still in high school." He wiggled the end of her button nose. "You were in the shower getting all soapy. My how you've sprouted since then!" "In the shower?" Betty squeaked. "Oh gosh, I wasn't using the shower head was I? You know, the naughty way." When Santa nodded, Betty turned bright red. "But, but I have to, cause if I don't, I just can't concentrate on anything. Even now." Betty was crossing and uncrossing her legs and nuzzling against Santa's broad chest. "There, there," said Santa, giving Betty's bottom a comforting pat. "I know a vigorous girl like you needs to let off steam if she's going to try and be nice." Betty calmed down and rested her head on Santa's shoulder. "I decided I should visit you tonight and have a good look at you, because I know how hard you try to be a good girl," he explained. "Sometimes Santa needs to really examine the borderline naughty girls. Now slip off that nightie and let's get started." Betty's eyes widened, and she sat up straight on Santa's lap. "You want to see me naked?" she asked, her voice a little shocked. "Yes," wheedled Santa. "That way I can be really sure if you are naughty or nice. You want your presents, don't you?" "I do! I do!" exclaimed Betty. "I guess it's okay, since it's you, Santa." Betty amiably reached down and took hold of the hem of her fuzzy red negligee. "Now that's the first sign of a good girl!" Santa helped Betty slip the garment over her head, and had her hold her arms up in the air as he feasted his eyes on Betty's supple body. With her perfect complexion and the lotion she rubbed all over herself, by her open window each night, she was good enough to eat. Santa groaned as his eyes unsuccessfully tried to take in Betty's firm melons. Around each nipple was a large chocolate areola, like the ring around a particularly high scoring bulls-eye. "What's the matter, Santa Claus?" asked Betty, putting her arms around him. "You seemed bothered." "Oh, it's nothing," he said, pulling Betty's warm, curvy body closer. "It is just that Mrs. Claus has nice firm tits like yours. I loved to suck on her nipples. They were so tasty." Santa's voice was heavy with sadness. After a moment of silent considering, Betty spoke up in a kindly voice. "You could suck my nipples, if you'd like. I mean, I know it wouldn't be the same as Mrs. Claus, but maybe it would help." She squirmed with delight. She was proud of her tits and having her nipples sucked made her all squishy. "If you're sure you don't mind," said Santa quickly, taking her knockers in his large hands and gently squeezing them. How plump they were! Betty shook her head, a happy half grin lighting up her face. "Thank you very much." Santa gently took the nearest nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Betty's nipples had hardened at the mere idea of Santa having a go; and each was nearly an inch long. Santa closed his eyes as he began to draw on the tasty teat. Betty moaned and rubbed herself on his lap, pushing her breasts into his face. God, she loved to be sucked! Her pussy was getting drippy with delight. "Oh, Santa!" she gasped. "You're so lumpy! What do you have in your pants?" Betty swiveled so she straddled Santa and could better rub up and down his lap. Her pussy lips had spread apart easily to nestle on the rise of his jeans. "I'm sorry, my breasty beauty," said Santa, nosing his way between Betty's heaving knockers. "It's been so long since I felt the touch of a woman. I've even started letting young women sit on my lap. "In Switzerland this Inga in a Heidi skirt hopped up, popped the buttons on my pants and pulled out my stiff todger. She was a horny girl who loved to bounce up and down." Santa gripped Betty's hips and grinded her as he spoke. "Damned if she didn't wrap her pussy lips right around me! And this was all in a crowded mall. She batted her eyes and waved to her friends. Her cunt muscles rippled up and down me as she asked for a pretty pair of shoes for Christmas. The she leaned in and whispered: "Oh Sinterklaas, I want you to use your big cock to fill up my belly!" Then in a louder voice she said, "Oh yah! Bounce me on your knee, yah!" And she rode my cock, surrounded by my elves, mummies and daddies, their children; and also her lewd little girlfriends, until I erupted into her. The last time I saw her, she indeed did have a big belly, and tits almost as big as these." He squeezed Betty's boobs together and sucked each nipple with a long hard pull at the end. "What a saucy girl! And how selfish not to consider your feelings," said Betty, pulling off Santa's cap and putting it on. "I think it is high time someone be your Santa. Or," she grinned. "Be your Ms. Santa!" She stripped off Santa's sweater and marveled at the sculpted bronze muscles underneath. Playfully, she tugged on his nipples. "What nice buttons you have Santa!" Then she whispered naughty things in his ear. "You want to ride the boobie train, Santa? You want to check out my caboose? I bet you could make me blow the whistle, Santa." "Get some steam going, baby!" He slapped her firm round bottom. "Run to your bedroom and Santa will follow with a big candy cane for his special special girl." So Betty ran, her boobs bouncing, giggling lustily, and Santa followed, dropping his pants and letting his cock wave in the air. Betty tripped on a pair of high-heeled boots and fell face down on her bed, her boobs splayed out on either side of her. Before she could move, Santa caught up, raised her bottom and started sliding his turgid cock between her plump ass cheeks. "Santa!" laughed Betty. "What a naughty boy you are!" "What a wet girl you are!" Santa spread Betty's legs and dipped his fingers into her sodden snatch. "Oh, Santa," groaned Betty. "Just how I like my ho's," chuckled Santa. He withdrew his fingers and gripped his reddened rocket. "Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Betty's cunny lane!" He fed his cock into Betty's pussy, reindeer style. "Oh, Santa!" Betty lost her balance and ended up with her head buried in pillows and stuffed animals. "Ho, Ho, Ho!" moaned Santa, his cock buried in the pussy of this beautiful woman's body. Her round toned ass was up in the air, her boobs rocking with each thrust, her empty head was lost under the pillows. "Mumfer!" Betty tried to say, flailing her arms. "Oh yes! You hot bitch!" cried Santa, battering her bottom with the pent up lust of the last six months. All he wanted was release and the liquid snugness of this beauty's snatch on his red-hot cock. That she was temporarily headless just made him more animal, more Satan than Santa. "Ah, mumph!" went Betty as Santa's dick stretched her wet pussy. She tried to pull her head from the pillows but Santa was ramming her so hard all she could do was be ridden by him like an extremely busty fuck doll. He was fucking her so fast and the air was so hot and close under the pillows, teddy bears, and her tickle-me-Elmo. She felt like the naughtiest fuck doll you might see advertised at the back of a porno rag. He was just using her to sate his big bulging cock. His swelling mushroom head rubbed her walls. She was going to cum, but she felt so dizzy, so light. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," grunted Santa, working his dick up into a white foam of her cunt cream. The sucking and slurping noises from Betty's cunt echoed off the wall as her boobs rocked back and forth on the bed. Her head was still out of sight under the bedding. "I'm gonna fill this ass!" Santa declared and slapped a red handprint across it. Then the pussy, for Santa had forgotten poor suffocating Betty, suddenly tightened and he found real resistance and purchase for his cock. The cunt dragged on his dick as he slid out, and was slow to give way as he shoved in. "Oh yes! You wonderful poon tang," he said, digging in with his dick, feeling every inch as he plowed. "That's, That's it," he groaned. And as he plunged deep; the pussy convulsed around him; giving him a series of rapid squeezes. "Hmm, ah." came the muffled cry of orgasm from under the pillows. "Oh, what a fucking tremendous naughty girl!" Santa's cock exploded and shot ropes of cum into Betty's twitching snatch. He held her weighty bottom up, and filled her up like a fuel tank on a big rig. Santa gasped and let Betty's body fall to the bed, his gleaming, still-hard cock, slipping from her pussy. Her snatch twinkled from between her golden ass cheeks. On either side of her small and finely muscled back, her boobs spread out like overfilled water balloons. Her head was still under the pillows and she wasn't moving at all. Was she even breathing? "Betty?" His cock twitched and spurted cum residual over her bottom and the small of her back. Betty didn't move at all. "Oh, fuck!" He grabbed her leg and shook it. Nothing. "Shit," he muttered. "Stealing is one thing. Pretending to be Santa, who cares? But murder!" Santa Claus, a.k.a. Sam Clay; burglar, jumped onto the bed and pulled the pillows and teddy bears from Betty Boots' blonde heat. He flipped her over, her jugs sloshing from side to side until finally coming to a quivering halt. Her eyes were closed and her plump red lips hung open. Sam had been merrily breaking into the less secure apartments of the complex, loading up on Christmas presents when he slipped into Betty's apartment through the unlocked balcony door. Who knew Christmas shopping could be so much horny fun? Or turn so wrong? "Please don't be dead," pleaded Sam. "You're such a fine fuck!" He rested his ear between her tits and held his breath. For a moment he could hear nothing over the pounding of his own heart. But then, then there was a soft and steady echoing in that wonderful chest of hers. He sat back in the bed and sighed with relief. After a moment, Betty stretched without waking up, turned on her side towards Sam; and rested her tousled blonde head on his lap. She smacked her lips and sighed. Sam had been worrying about brain damage. How many brain cells did this girl have to spare? But all worries left his mind when she put her head on his leg. "Hmm! Maybe she needs cock-to-mouth resuscitation!" he said, his dick starting to stiffen. Stroking himself luxuriously, he put his tip up to her mouth. At first she furrowed her brow and refused him, but he persisted, rubbing the tip with its bead of pre-cum over her lips until she licked them. After that she relaxed completely and let him slip his member into her mouth. First his head went in and she was eagerly sucking after a few mewls. "Oh yes, baby," he groaned as her tongue explored his cock-head, lapping the underside. "Santa's got the tasty candy-cane for you." He stroked her head, gently applying pressure on the back of her head, so soon she was bobbing her head up and down on his dick. "What a hungry mouth you have," he moaned as she sucked hungrily on him, her hair tickling his abs and her nipples brushing his thighs. Betty's eyelids fluttered open and then became very wide as she realized that she was orally pleasuring Santa's very big, very bulging dick. "Umm; Hmm! Slurp! Slurp! Oh, Santa Claus, you made me cum so hard I passed out!" Betty wrapped her hands around Sam's cock and pumped him as she talked. "I am sorry Santa, no one has fucked my brains out like that, ever!" "That's okay, Betty," Sam grunted, watching the tip of his dick disappear between Betty's boobs. "Except Santa still has this raging hard-on." "I'm sorry Santa," Betty said, realizing she was covered in a layer of hardening cum. "I'm being so selfish when I'm supposed to be giving." She climbed up Sam's prone body, took hold of his pole and slid her gorgeously tight pussy all the way down him, right to the hilt. She swayed like a bronco rider on top of him, moaning. "Oh Santa, such a big gift on Christmas!" She began to slowly slide herself up and down him. Sam lay back and watched the blonde beauty ride him, groaning as she moaned, squeezing her knockers, and urging her on. "Oh shit! You're going to be at the very top of my nice list for this," he said as she picked up her pace and began to gallop. Her boobs flew high into the air and then dropped onto her chest with fleshy thuds over and over again. Faster and faster she fucked. Her pussy was tingling every nerve of his dick until he could no longer stand it. "Jingle Boobs! Jingle Boobs," he gasped. "Jingle all the... oh god, oh god... Jingle All the Way!" And his cock gunned shot after shot into her snug little snatch. "Oh Santa. Oh Santa! Fill me up with your sticky snow!" Betty rocked her pussy furiously over his dick. "Oh, oh, Santa! Santa! Santa!" She was really loud now. She raised her arms in the air and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "Merry Christmas, Santa!" And she came, doing little half jerky gasps over his pulsing dick. "Merry" She bounced. "Christmas" She undulated. "Santa!" She jiggled up and down furiously for a glorious moment, her knockers slapping her chest and then her chin stunningly. Finally she fell beside Sam gasping. At that point Sam thought it was over, but he didn't realize what a trooper Betty Boots was. She slithered down to his lap and slipped his still pulsing dick into her mouth. Slowly and thoroughly she milked the last of his cum and licked his balls clean. Sam looked up to the heavens in bliss. When all of this was finished he looked down. Betty was curled up beside him asleep, a naughty grin on her face. The next morning Betty was delighted to find two presents from Santa under her two-foot plastic tree. Santa must have been a little too happy from Betty boinking because one had a label to Lori and the other one was addressed to Mabel. The Lori present was a tiny white crop top with Pretty ink-stamped across the chest. Betty blushed, thinking of what kind of attention she would get wearing a top better suited to a flat-chested twelve-year-old. The Mabel present was a black three-foot massage wand, but Betty soon found another very naughty use for her present. She was sure Santa would approve. It was the best Christmas ever!  Based on a post by tomthumper, for Literotica.

Hospitality For Santa A gullible girl finds a Christmas Night Visitor. Based on a post by tomthumper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing? Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus! Eight years ago, when she was just eighteen, she had hidden behind the couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree at her parent's home. She'd just returned from college, after semester finals. But even when she was an elementary lass, friends had tried to convince her that Santa wasn't real. But Betty was a special girl. She really, really loved Santa. Eight years ago, as Santa slipped the last present under the tree that night, her mother had come out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of white stockings, stiletto heels, and hair ribbon; and gave Santa a very friendly hug. In return, Santa gave Betty's mum a very sexy workout that night. Betty got the gift of a very sexy education. Unfortunately, the next day when young Betty's salesman Dad called from the airport, about to board his rescheduled flight home; Betty had told him all about Santa's exciting visit. Dad had gotten very upset and yelled at Betty's mum. He hung up and they never saw him again. Betty's mum was angry, and threw Betty out of the house for good. From then on Betty had to go back to college, but since the dorms were vacated til past new years, she had to turn to some fraternities, who were always happy to help the plucky, busty, blonde beauty. They were eager to trade boarding for services. But it's 8 years later. Sneaking towards her apartment living room, Betty was very excited. It was Christmas and Santa had come to visit her! She wasn't angry about Santa causing her parents to split or her abandonment. She had never connected the events. No, Betty was as happy and excited as a particularly naïve schoolgirl. Santa was in her living room! She tried not to skip with glee, as she slipped into the unlit room. Santa was bent over the entertainment center. Perhaps, Betty thought, he was leaving a holiday music CD in her stereo. She hoped it was someone sexy and sophisticated like Britney Spears or Katy Perry. Betty flushed. Santa had sure slimmed down since the last time. He had the firmest butt that showed off very well indeed, in his tight blue jeans. He must have started going to the gym because his muscles bulged beneath his black sweater. He still wore a red Santa hat, which made sense since he was Santa. "Oh; Santa," she said, half out of happiness to find him bringing her presents, and half because; Wow! He was really built. Santa was startled and turned around. Betty was confused. Instead of being old with a white beard, he was young, with chiseled features, short spiky black hair and green vigorous eyes. But then again, Betty thought, Santa was a magical man. Perhaps this was how he appeared to lonely young women who were positively bursting out of their lacy intimates, like her mom had done, some 8 years earlier? "I'm sorry Santa," said Betty in a bashful voice, after flicking on a lamp. Santa was looking very nervous. He had dropped his bag of presents with a clank; and if she didn't know better, she would have said he was about to make a break for it. "I'm sorry Santa," she repeated, edging over to him. "I know I should be tucked in bed like a good girl. But I got so very excited when I heard you delivering my presents." Santa's mouth dropped open, and it took him a moment to say anything. "Santa?" he finally managed to say, in a marvelously deep voice. "You can't fool me, Santa," Betty said proudly, sticking out her magnificent chest. "I'm smart. You're disguising yourself! You may not look like Saint Nick, but who else would be bringing me presents tonight? The Easter Bunny?" "I; I guess you caught me," Santa said, googling at Betty's buxom tits. The fabric of her red negligee was light and sheer, almost transparent. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and her sizable jugs jostled together amiably. Santa could even catch the hint of her tit's dark areolas. "Well," he gulped. "I should go." He reached to pick up his sack. "Lots of boys and girls to visit." "Oh no, Santa!" Betty exclaimed, clutching him to her bosom. "Please don't go yet! Have some milk and cookies. Mama taught me to be extra hospitable, and be good to you." Santa got a strange look on his face as the buxom blonde rubbed up and down him in her small frilly teddy. Without her noticing, he flipped up the back of her nightie. He broke into a grin. This girl had gone to bed without any panties! "Okay," he said. "I'll stay a bit." He settled down in a brown comfy chair and let Betty serve him his milk and cookies. "Any beer?" Betty got Santa a tall cool one, which he guzzled, in one swig. "Ah!" He plopped the bottle down and looked up at Betty, who was hovering over his extended leg. Facing away, she was removing his boots for a foot massage, and accidentally giving him a preview of her equally blonde nether locks as well. He stretched and then grabbed her round the waist and set her on his lap. Then he asked with a grin. "So what do you want for Christmas, little girl?" "I thought you'd never ask, Santa!" exclaimed Betty. She giggled as she slid further up on his lap, making him go Ooof! and slip his hand up the back of her nightie; all the way up to her shoulder blades. Betty was so excited, she paid no attention to Santa's paw. "But you have to ask me the other question first, Santa," demanded Betty, bouncing on Santa's lap. "Holy" Santa caught himself just in time as Betty gave his lap the bouncing of its life. "What question honey?" "The naughty or nice question!" Betty said impatiently. "What's wrong with you, Santa?" Santa was breathing the sweet scent of Betty's hair; so had to shake his head to answer the question. "Oh, yes! Naughty or nice. Sorry, my girlfriend; I mean, Mrs. Claus left me for one of the elves." He eased his hand lower until it rested on her full round ass. Man, this chick was all curves! "That's awful, Santa!" said Betty, opening wide her full round lips around the 'aw' in awful. "Yes. I walked in on them," said Santa. "Have you ever seen an elf with a twelve inch dick?" "Not on an elf." Betty shuddered. "But twelve inches is a lot for any gal to take, let me tell you." She blushed, realizing that Santa was studying her closely. "Hmm, So you know exactly how she felt," he said, giving her bottom a squeeze. Betty giggled and wiggled. "So Santa has been all alone since June, and what with my work; I don't get to meet cute little scamps like you, except for around Christmas." "Poor Santa!" cried Betty. "So there's been no one to; relieve all the pressure?" Betty grinned as her hand involuntarily slid over the hump between his legs.. Santa might not be twelve inches, but she was pretty sure he was pushing eight or nine, judging from what a bumpy lap she was sitting on. "Yes, it's just been me and the reindeer," said Santa. "Oh, Santa," Betty said in a shocked voice. "You haven't been using Cupid or Comet that way, have you?" "What way is that?" asked Santa, running his finger down between her soft ass cheeks. "You know." Betty squirmed. "Like when a woman bends over and a man takes his; candy cane and slides it into her stocking." "Oh, reindeer-style," Santa drawled. "No, I've never gotten that desperate." He locked Betty in his gaze. "What about you? Have you been a good girl this year? I hope you haven't been getting your stocking stuffed, too much. Though you're very, very stuff-able." "Well..." Betty looked very guilty. "I've been, pretty good?" "Betty," Santa said sternly. "Remember who you are talking to." Betty tugged at the neck of Santa's sweater. "Well, I honestly didn't know about my mistletoe print dress, until Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Johnson took me into the coat room, and explained," she said in a defensive tone. "It was lucky Mr. Johnson told me to take it off, cause while they were performing the traditional punishment, Mr. Stevenson splattered all over me with his big dick! Santa's eyes widened as he imagined the banging of Betty Boots in the coat closet. His pants were getting tighter and tighter, nuzzling Betty's sexy bottom. "I got pretty tipsy as well," admitted Betty. "But I did a good deed! I gave Tim, the office boy, a hand job cause of his cock cancer." "Cock cancer?" "Yes," said Betty, biting her lip trying to remember. "He was afraid he might have cock cancer, and the only way to know was to; you know, try to cum. But he didn't want to find out all alone. So I;" Betty grinned sheepishly. "I gave him a hand job." "And?" asked Santa, shifting with exquisite discomfort. "Oh, he came really, really well!" Betty giggled. "I decided to really make sure he was A okay, so I sucked on him till he came again." Betty licked her full lips. "He tasted very healthy!" She glanced at Santa nervously. "I like tasting cocks. Is that naughty?" "Ho Ho! No!" Santa bounced Betty on his knee, watching her tits jiggle as her ass pounded his bulge. "Except Santa isn't sure if you're not just a little naughty," he said. "The last time I looked at you closely, was when you were still in high school." He wiggled the end of her button nose. "You were in the shower getting all soapy. My how you've sprouted since then!" "In the shower?" Betty squeaked. "Oh gosh, I wasn't using the shower head was I? You know, the naughty way." When Santa nodded, Betty turned bright red. "But, but I have to, cause if I don't, I just can't concentrate on anything. Even now." Betty was crossing and uncrossing her legs and nuzzling against Santa's broad chest. "There, there," said Santa, giving Betty's bottom a comforting pat. "I know a vigorous girl like you needs to let off steam if she's going to try and be nice." Betty calmed down and rested her head on Santa's shoulder. "I decided I should visit you tonight and have a good look at you, because I know how hard you try to be a good girl," he explained. "Sometimes Santa needs to really examine the borderline naughty girls. Now slip off that nightie and let's get started." Betty's eyes widened, and she sat up straight on Santa's lap. "You want to see me naked?" she asked, her voice a little shocked. "Yes," wheedled Santa. "That way I can be really sure if you are naughty or nice. You want your presents, don't you?" "I do! I do!" exclaimed Betty. "I guess it's okay, since it's you, Santa." Betty amiably reached down and took hold of the hem of her fuzzy red negligee. "Now that's the first sign of a good girl!" Santa helped Betty slip the garment over her head, and had her hold her arms up in the air as he feasted his eyes on Betty's supple body. With her perfect complexion and the lotion she rubbed all over herself, by her open window each night, she was good enough to eat. Santa groaned as his eyes unsuccessfully tried to take in Betty's firm melons. Around each nipple was a large chocolate areola, like the ring around a particularly high scoring bulls-eye. "What's the matter, Santa Claus?" asked Betty, putting her arms around him. "You seemed bothered." "Oh, it's nothing," he said, pulling Betty's warm, curvy body closer. "It is just that Mrs. Claus has nice firm tits like yours. I loved to suck on her nipples. They were so tasty." Santa's voice was heavy with sadness. After a moment of silent considering, Betty spoke up in a kindly voice. "You could suck my nipples, if you'd like. I mean, I know it wouldn't be the same as Mrs. Claus, but maybe it would help." She squirmed with delight. She was proud of her tits and having her nipples sucked made her all squishy. "If you're sure you don't mind," said Santa quickly, taking her knockers in his large hands and gently squeezing them. How plump they were! Betty shook her head, a happy half grin lighting up her face. "Thank you very much." Santa gently took the nearest nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Betty's nipples had hardened at the mere idea of Santa having a go; and each was nearly an inch long. Santa closed his eyes as he began to draw on the tasty teat. Betty moaned and rubbed herself on his lap, pushing her breasts into his face. God, she loved to be sucked! Her pussy was getting drippy with delight. "Oh, Santa!" she gasped. "You're so lumpy! What do you have in your pants?" Betty swiveled so she straddled Santa and could better rub up and down his lap. Her pussy lips had spread apart easily to nestle on the rise of his jeans. "I'm sorry, my breasty beauty," said Santa, nosing his way between Betty's heaving knockers. "It's been so long since I felt the touch of a woman. I've even started letting young women sit on my lap. "In Switzerland this Inga in a Heidi skirt hopped up, popped the buttons on my pants and pulled out my stiff todger. She was a horny girl who loved to bounce up and down." Santa gripped Betty's hips and grinded her as he spoke. "Damned if she didn't wrap her pussy lips right around me! And this was all in a crowded mall. She batted her eyes and waved to her friends. Her cunt muscles rippled up and down me as she asked for a pretty pair of shoes for Christmas. The she leaned in and whispered: "Oh Sinterklaas, I want you to use your big cock to fill up my belly!" Then in a louder voice she said, "Oh yah! Bounce me on your knee, yah!" And she rode my cock, surrounded by my elves, mummies and daddies, their children; and also her lewd little girlfriends, until I erupted into her. The last time I saw her, she indeed did have a big belly, and tits almost as big as these." He squeezed Betty's boobs together and sucked each nipple with a long hard pull at the end. "What a saucy girl! And how selfish not to consider your feelings," said Betty, pulling off Santa's cap and putting it on. "I think it is high time someone be your Santa. Or," she grinned. "Be your Ms. Santa!" She stripped off Santa's sweater and marveled at the sculpted bronze muscles underneath. Playfully, she tugged on his nipples. "What nice buttons you have Santa!" Then she whispered naughty things in his ear. "You want to ride the boobie train, Santa? You want to check out my caboose? I bet you could make me blow the whistle, Santa." "Get some steam going, baby!" He slapped her firm round bottom. "Run to your bedroom and Santa will follow with a big candy cane for his special special girl." So Betty ran, her boobs bouncing, giggling lustily, and Santa followed, dropping his pants and letting his cock wave in the air. Betty tripped on a pair of high-heeled boots and fell face down on her bed, her boobs splayed out on either side of her. Before she could move, Santa caught up, raised her bottom and started sliding his turgid cock between her plump ass cheeks. "Santa!" laughed Betty. "What a naughty boy you are!" "What a wet girl you are!" Santa spread Betty's legs and dipped his fingers into her sodden snatch. "Oh, Santa," groaned Betty. "Just how I like my ho's," chuckled Santa. He withdrew his fingers and gripped his reddened rocket. "Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Betty's cunny lane!" He fed his cock into Betty's pussy, reindeer style. "Oh, Santa!" Betty lost her balance and ended up with her head buried in pillows and stuffed animals. "Ho, Ho, Ho!" moaned Santa, his cock buried in the pussy of this beautiful woman's body. Her round toned ass was up in the air, her boobs rocking with each thrust, her empty head was lost under the pillows. "Mumfer!" Betty tried to say, flailing her arms. "Oh yes! You hot bitch!" cried Santa, battering her bottom with the pent up lust of the last six months. All he wanted was release and the liquid snugness of this beauty's snatch on his red-hot cock. That she was temporarily headless just made him more animal, more Satan than Santa. "Ah, mumph!" went Betty as Santa's dick stretched her wet pussy. She tried to pull her head from the pillows but Santa was ramming her so hard all she could do was be ridden by him like an extremely busty fuck doll. He was fucking her so fast and the air was so hot and close under the pillows, teddy bears, and her tickle-me-Elmo. She felt like the naughtiest fuck doll you might see advertised at the back of a porno rag. He was just using her to sate his big bulging cock. His swelling mushroom head rubbed her walls. She was going to cum, but she felt so dizzy, so light. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," grunted Santa, working his dick up into a white foam of her cunt cream. The sucking and slurping noises from Betty's cunt echoed off the wall as her boobs rocked back and forth on the bed. Her head was still out of sight under the bedding. "I'm gonna fill this ass!" Santa declared and slapped a red handprint across it. Then the pussy, for Santa had forgotten poor suffocating Betty, suddenly tightened and he found real resistance and purchase for his cock. The cunt dragged on his dick as he slid out, and was slow to give way as he shoved in. "Oh yes! You wonderful poon tang," he said, digging in with his dick, feeling every inch as he plowed. "That's, That's it," he groaned. And as he plunged deep; the pussy convulsed around him; giving him a series of rapid squeezes. "Hmm, ah." came the muffled cry of orgasm from under the pillows. "Oh, what a fucking tremendous naughty girl!" Santa's cock exploded and shot ropes of cum into Betty's twitching snatch. He held her weighty bottom up, and filled her up like a fuel tank on a big rig. Santa gasped and let Betty's body fall to the bed, his gleaming, still-hard cock, slipping from her pussy. Her snatch twinkled from between her golden ass cheeks. On either side of her small and finely muscled back, her boobs spread out like overfilled water balloons. Her head was still under the pillows and she wasn't moving at all. Was she even breathing? "Betty?" His cock twitched and spurted cum residual over her bottom and the small of her back. Betty didn't move at all. "Oh, fuck!" He grabbed her leg and shook it. Nothing. "Shit," he muttered. "Stealing is one thing. Pretending to be Santa, who cares? But murder!" Santa Claus, a.k.a. Sam Clay; burglar, jumped onto the bed and pulled the pillows and teddy bears from Betty Boots' blonde heat. He flipped her over, her jugs sloshing from side to side until finally coming to a quivering halt. Her eyes were closed and her plump red lips hung open. Sam had been merrily breaking into the less secure apartments of the complex, loading up on Christmas presents when he slipped into Betty's apartment through the unlocked balcony door. Who knew Christmas shopping could be so much horny fun? Or turn so wrong? "Please don't be dead," pleaded Sam. "You're such a fine fuck!" He rested his ear between her tits and held his breath. For a moment he could hear nothing over the pounding of his own heart. But then, then there was a soft and steady echoing in that wonderful chest of hers. He sat back in the bed and sighed with relief. After a moment, Betty stretched without waking up, turned on her side towards Sam; and rested her tousled blonde head on his lap. She smacked her lips and sighed. Sam had been worrying about brain damage. How many brain cells did this girl have to spare? But all worries left his mind when she put her head on his leg. "Hmm! Maybe she needs cock-to-mouth resuscitation!" he said, his dick starting to stiffen. Stroking himself luxuriously, he put his tip up to her mouth. At first she furrowed her brow and refused him, but he persisted, rubbing the tip with its bead of pre-cum over her lips until she licked them. After that she relaxed completely and let him slip his member into her mouth. First his head went in and she was eagerly sucking after a few mewls. "Oh yes, baby," he groaned as her tongue explored his cock-head, lapping the underside. "Santa's got the tasty candy-cane for you." He stroked her head, gently applying pressure on the back of her head, so soon she was bobbing her head up and down on his dick. "What a hungry mouth you have," he moaned as she sucked hungrily on him, her hair tickling his abs and her nipples brushing his thighs. Betty's eyelids fluttered open and then became very wide as she realized that she was orally pleasuring Santa's very big, very bulging dick. "Umm; Hmm! Slurp! Slurp! Oh, Santa Claus, you made me cum so hard I passed out!" Betty wrapped her hands around Sam's cock and pumped him as she talked. "I am sorry Santa, no one has fucked my brains out like that, ever!" "That's okay, Betty," Sam grunted, watching the tip of his dick disappear between Betty's boobs. "Except Santa still has this raging hard-on." "I'm sorry Santa," Betty said, realizing she was covered in a layer of hardening cum. "I'm being so selfish when I'm supposed to be giving." She climbed up Sam's prone body, took hold of his pole and slid her gorgeously tight pussy all the way down him, right to the hilt. She swayed like a bronco rider on top of him, moaning. "Oh Santa, such a big gift on Christmas!" She began to slowly slide herself up and down him. Sam lay back and watched the blonde beauty ride him, groaning as she moaned, squeezing her knockers, and urging her on. "Oh shit! You're going to be at the very top of my nice list for this," he said as she picked up her pace and began to gallop. Her boobs flew high into the air and then dropped onto her chest with fleshy thuds over and over again. Faster and faster she fucked. Her pussy was tingling every nerve of his dick until he could no longer stand it. "Jingle Boobs! Jingle Boobs," he gasped. "Jingle all the... oh god, oh god... Jingle All the Way!" And his cock gunned shot after shot into her snug little snatch. "Oh Santa. Oh Santa! Fill me up with your sticky snow!" Betty rocked her pussy furiously over his dick. "Oh, oh, Santa! Santa! Santa!" She was really loud now. She raised her arms in the air and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "Merry Christmas, Santa!" And she came, doing little half jerky gasps over his pulsing dick. "Merry" She bounced. "Christmas" She undulated. "Santa!" She jiggled up and down furiously for a glorious moment, her knockers slapping her chest and then her chin stunningly. Finally she fell beside Sam gasping. At that point Sam thought it was over, but he didn't realize what a trooper Betty Boots was. She slithered down to his lap and slipped his still pulsing dick into her mouth. Slowly and thoroughly she milked the last of his cum and licked his balls clean. Sam looked up to the heavens in bliss. When all of this was finished he looked down. Betty was curled up beside him asleep, a naughty grin on her face. The next morning Betty was delighted to find two presents from Santa under her two-foot plastic tree. Santa must have been a little too happy from Betty boinking because one had a label to Lori and the other one was addressed to Mabel. The Lori present was a tiny white crop top with Pretty ink-stamped across the chest. Betty blushed, thinking of what kind of attention she would get wearing a top better suited to a flat-chested twelve-year-old. The Mabel present was a black three-foot massage wand, but Betty soon found another very naughty use for her present. She was sure Santa would approve. It was the best Christmas ever!  Based on a post by tomthumper, for Literotica.

In this episode, recorded on December 19, 2025, we examine the latest retail sales, employment, and CPI reports. Retail sales were flat on the month, underscoring a continued pullback in consumer spending as sentiment deteriorates and labor-market momentum slows.The employment report was more troubling than the headline figures suggest. The unemployment rate rose to 4.6% in November, while payrolls fell in October before rebounding modestly in November. A closer inspection, however, reveals a far weaker underlying picture. Year to date, job gains in Health Care and Social Services have exceeded total payroll growth, implying that employment outside those sectors has declined outright. After adjusting for the outsized contribution from health care and the Federal Reserve's estimated 60,000 monthly overstatement, we estimate that non–Health Care payrolls have fallen by more than 500,000 this year.We also discuss the latest CPI report, whose construction raises serious questions. Evidence increasingly suggests that the Bureau of Labor Statistics imputed zero inflation for missing observations, including within the Shelter component, which accounts for roughly one-third of the index. If correct, this would render the headline inflation figures deeply misleading. That said, we also explore the counterfactual: what if the data are, in fact, accurate?We hope you enjoy the episode and thank you for listening.

Dudleytown is internet royalty in the world of haunted places. Search the name and you'll find the “Village of the Damned,” a cursed valley where birds refuse to sing, colonists went mad in droves, and a Tudor-era beheading supposedly poisoned an entire bloodline. The Warrens called it demonically possessed. Ghost hunters sneak past the “Dark Entry” signs at night hoping to feel the silence press in on their ears.But the real story is stranger.hauntedamericanhistory.comPatreon- ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/hauntedamericanhistory⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠LINKS FOR MY DEBUT NOVEL, THE FORGOTTEN BOROUGHBarnes and Noble -   https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-forgotten-borough-christopher-feinstein/1148274794?ean=9798319693334AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FQPQD68SEbookGOOGLE: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=S5WCEQAAQBAJ&pli=1KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-forgotten-borough-2?sId=a10cf8af-5fbd-475e-97c4-76966ec87994&ssId=DX3jihH_5_2bUeP1xoje_SMASHWORD: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1853316 !! DISTURB ME !! APPLE - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/disturb-me/id1841532090SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/show/3eFv2CKKGwdQa3X2CkwkZ5?si=faOUZ54fT_KG-BaZOBiTiQYOUTUBE - https://www.youtube.com/@DisturbMePodcastwww.disturbmepodcast.com TikTok- @hauntedchris LEAVE A VOICEMAIL - 609-891-8658  Twitter- @Haunted_A_HInstagram- haunted_american_historyemail- hauntedamericanhistory@gmail.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

This recent psychological horror film has yet to get a U.S. home video release; I am checking out the Australian version on Blu-Ray. The Damned (2024) - Blu-Ray Review ROCKFILE Podcast 931 #thedamnedmovie #moviereview #rockfile  ~ You can subscribe to my podcasts on Podbean, Spotify, Apple Podcasts, iTunes, Amazon Music/Audible, Google Podcasts, YouTube, iHeart Radio, Pandora, TuneIn, Alexa, Player FM, Samsung, Podchaser, Stitcher, Boomplay, Overcast, Pocket Cast, Castro, Castbox, Podfriend, Goodpods, Deezer and more. ~ -Social Media Group:  https://www.facebook.com/groups/rockfilesroom -Official Website:  https://therockfile.com/ -YouTube channel:  https://www.youtube.com/@rockfile -Interview Archive:  https://therockfile.com/Interviews/    ~ Music from #Uppbeat https://uppbeat.io/t/enrique-molano/ants-carnival License code: IV5M5EGLBEBSNUDV  ~ Note: the static pictures in my movie reviews are NOT screen captures. I am not set up to do that yet but one day I hope to be.  

The Jim Gavin report has landed, but does it really explain how Fianna Fáil handled repeated warnings about a serious tenant dispute? Or does it reveal a party too willing to accept reassurances, too slow to ask hard questions, and too determined to protect a chosen candidate?  Fionnán Sheahan outlines the reporting behind the story, the weeks of verification, and the moment the party's bluff was called. Irish Independent Political Editor Mary Regan assesses the damage, the unanswered questions around Michael Martin's role, and why Fianna Fáil remains deeply divided.  Host: Kevin Doyle Guest: Fionnán Sheehan & Mary Regan  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Don't get your tinsel in a tizzy, cause Amityville For The Holidays revisited is back!! That's right, the house may be saying, “Get Out!” but we're going all in on 1983's AMITYVILLE 3D with Returning Champion Michael Varrati and his Midnight Mass co-cult leader, Peaches Christ! Buckle up, cause this is one wild ride as we discuss Willam Defoe's nonexistent rep as a shy sex-kitten, spy floating severed penises, we pitch several Amityville legal spinoffs, and we ask the most important question in the history of the show… have you had sex with a ghost? All this and we play two great games: Choose Your Own Death-venture and Mason Jar of the Damned!! Listen to our warnings as if we are the moist ghost of Lori Loughlin today!! Part of the BLEAV Network.Get even more episodes exclusively on Patreon! Artwork by Josh Hollis: joshhollis.com Kill By Kill theme by Revenge Body. For the full-length version and more great music, head to revengebodymemphis.bandcamp.com today!Join the new Discord Server Convo here! Our linker.ee Click here to visit our Dashery/TeePublic shop for killer merch! Join the conversation about any episode on the Facebook Group! Follow us on IG @killbykillpodcast!! Join us on Threads or even Bluesky Check out Gena's newsletter on Ghost!! Check out the films we've covered & what might come soon on Letterboxd! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Join Captain Jeff, Dr. Steph, Captain Nick, Producer Liz, Alpha Juliet. Enjoy! APG 688 SHOW NOTES WITH LINKS AND PICS 00:00:00 Introduction 00:04:41 NEWS 00:05:50 Textron Ends Beechcraft Bonanza, Baron Production 00:17:14 Premature Parachute Opening 00:31:32 GETTING TO KNOW US 00:40:15 FEEDBACK 00:40:25 Tom Tordel Follow the Bouncing…Errr… Cessna…?? 00:50:05 Westjet B738 at Sint Maarten, Main Gear Collapse on Landing – Now Back in Service 01:12:11 Fatal Ejection Incident on Russian Airbase Leaves Two Dead 01:16:21 Passenger Faces Prison After Calling in Bomb Threat When He Couldn't Pay Airport Parking 01:33:51 Metro Doc – Waiver be Damned! 01:45:25 Grant McHerron – The Dreaded ATSB Report Showing “10% More Likely” for Balloons 01:49:22 WRAP UP Watch the video of our live stream recording! Go to our YouTube channel! Give us your review in iTunes! I’m “airlinepilotguy” on Facebook, and “airlinepilotguy” on Twitter. feedback@airlinepilotguy.com airlinepilotguy.com ATC audio from https://LiveATC.net Intro/outro Music, Coffee Fund theme music by Geoff Smith thegeoffsmith.com Dr. Steph’s intro music by Nevil Bounds Capt Nick’s intro music by Kevin from Norway (aka Kevski) Copyright © AirlinePilotGuy 2025, All Rights Reserved Airline Pilot Guy Show by Jeff Nielsen is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

#paranormal #supernatural In this show, I continue to read and then talk about the paranormal concepts in this book. Have you ever had an experience with the paranormal, supernatural, and / or unexplained, that you would like others to know about? If so, let me know. You can reach me at; salsidoparanormal@gmail.com Please follow Jen, the co-host of Salsido Paranormal. https://linktr.ee/jenniferhawkins_arcana Follow Mike, host of Troubled Minds Radio. https://www.troubledminds.org/ You can now listen to 2 episodes of the show every night at 6 pm Pacific / 9 pm Eastern on the Troubled Minds Radio Network KUAP-DB! https://www.troubledminds.org/ Also, if you or anyone you know should ever feel like there is no hope, or help, please consider the information in the link below. Special thanks to Michael Strange for putting this page together. https://www.troubledminds.net/help You can find all episodes, social media, and ways to support the show via the links below. https://www.salsidoparanormal.com/ https://allmylinks.com/salsidoparanor1 https://www.bonfire.com/store/salsido-paranormal/ Do you want to listen to the live recording streams for the show, and chat with others while you're at it? Join the Discord server. https://discord.gg/v4GEb6k3EV  

Send us a message, so we know what you're thinking!Well, we made it! 100 episodes & still going strong!  (Except for a bit of a medical interlude for both of us.) Who'd have thought the views of a pair of opinionated Aussie music fans could have entertained so many for so long?   In this episode, we celebrate the artists, music & events we've covered over the last five years.  Mick's habit of tapping the table when he gets excited; Jeff's potty-mouth; The origin of the Globite School Bag as a staple of the program.    We look at where our listeners live – and how on Earth they find out about us!  Revisiting some of your favourite episodes shows how time has proven us right on some of our more strident opinions, such as “Roxy Music peaked in 1973”, and “Warren Zevon is one of the greatest songwriters ever”!  To top it all off, the soundtrack for five years of “Mick & The Phatman Talking Music” is awesome.  You're going to love it!!  See you next year.   Playlist:  100 EpisodesReferences: Globite Bags, music expertise, facts and experiences, “Baby, you can drive my car”, f-word, Roy & H.G., “This Sporting Life”, “Bludging on the Blind Side”, strong music opinions, accessible music, “Revolver”, Kurt Cobain's suicide, Nirvana, Far Out Magazine, 17 years old, Frankfurt, “How Good is Goodbye Yellow Brick Road”, Spandau Ballet, Elton John, Fairport Convention, Richard & Linda Thompson, Sandy Denny, Fotheringay, Robert Plant, "The Battle of Evermore", Led Zeppelin, “Bring it back!  Bring it back!”, Tommy, London Symphony Orchestra, "It's a Boy", Nick Lowe, “What's so funny about peace, love & understanding?”, "Cruel to Be Kind", "I Love the Sound of Breaking Glass",  "I Knew the Bride (When She Used to Rock 'n' Roll)", Rockpile, Dave Edmunds, Elvis Costello, Graham Parker, The Pretenders, Jarrah McCleary, Panama, Gordon Ramsay, “Supergroups”, Billy Idol. Shane McGowan's teeth, “Nick Cave - his early days”,Colin Greenwood, Rolling Stone Top 500 Songs of All Time, "Rust Never Sleeps", Neil Young, “My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)", "Powderfinger"."Stranded", Roxy Music, “Futurist”, “For Your Pleasure”, The Angels, "Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again", "Take a Long Line", ” No Way!  Get Fucked!  Fuck Off!”, Nico, Leonard Cohen, John Cale, Sex Pistols, Siouxsie Sioux, Television, Warren Zevon, The Beatles, Coldplay, Weird Al Yankovic, Led Zeppelin, Bowie, Peter Gabriel, “Melt”, Rob Younger, Ozzy, Billy Idol, Artificial intelligence, Mick & the Phatman podcast art, 1001 Albums You Must Hear before You Die, Robert Dimery, “Machine Gun Etiquette”, The Damned 

Send us a textOur Jobbers find themselves face to face with actual pirates and will need to perform well to avoid getting found out. But is it already too late for them to act? Support the showlinktr.ee/agentsofdamnedCampaign 1 Background music credits to: Jason Shaw of AudionautixCampaign 2 Background music credits to our very own Drew and friend of the show Eymbr! Check Eymbr's work out at:https://youtube.com/@eymbr?si=bsr834mAxybCnzNB

#paranormal #supernatural In this show, I continue to read and then talk about the paranormal concepts in this book. Have you ever had an experience with the paranormal, supernatural, and / or unexplained, that you would like others to know about? If so, let me know. You can reach me at; salsidoparanormal@gmail.com Please follow Jen, the co-host of Salsido Paranormal. https://linktr.ee/jenniferhawkins_arcana Follow Mike, host of Troubled Minds Radio. https://www.troubledminds.org/ You can now listen to 2 episodes of the show every night at 6 pm Pacific / 9 pm Eastern on the Troubled Minds Radio Network KUAP-DB! https://www.troubledminds.org/ Also, if you or anyone you know should ever feel like there is no hope, or help, please consider the information in the link below. Special thanks to Michael Strange for putting this page together. https://www.troubledminds.net/help You can find all episodes, social media, and ways to support the show via the links below. https://www.salsidoparanormal.com/ https://allmylinks.com/salsidoparanor1 https://www.bonfire.com/store/salsido-paranormal/ Do you want to listen to the live recording streams for the show, and chat with others while you're at it? Join the Discord server. https://discord.gg/v4GEb6k3EV  

On this week's Mean Age Daydream, Brian debates what to do about the danger of AI, and how we are trapped in a damned-if-you-do / damned-if-you-don't paradox. Also, Thomas Massie intros a bill to leave NATO, and Randi Weingarten is a horrible person. Buy my new card game: WOKE WORD WARS - ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FLF8Y16S⁠⁠ Help support what we do and grow our show! ⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ / lionsofliberty⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ OR support us on Locals! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://lionsofliberty.locals.com/⁠⁠⁠... Subscribe to the all new FIRST EPISODE PODCAST! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://cms.megaphone.fm/channel/ENTS.... First Episode Pod on Rumble: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://rumble.com/c/c-567943 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this week's Mean Age Daydream, Brian debates what to do about the danger of AI, and how we are trapped in a damned-if-you-do / damned-if-you-don't paradox. Also, Thomas Massie intros a bill to leave NATO, and Randi Weingarten is a horrible person. Buy my new card game: WOKE WORD WARS - ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FLF8Y16S⁠⁠ Help support what we do and grow our show! ⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ / lionsofliberty⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ OR support us on Locals! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://lionsofliberty.locals.com/⁠⁠⁠... Subscribe to the all new FIRST EPISODE PODCAST! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://cms.megaphone.fm/channel/ENTS.... First Episode Pod on Rumble: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://rumble.com/c/c-567943 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mobile phones are essentially supercomputers, that do memes too. Damned by faint praise?Show notes at: https://stationeryadjacent.com/episodes/213

On this week's Mean Age Daydream, Brian debates what to do about the danger of AI, and how we are trapped in a damned-if-you-do / damned-if-you-don't paradox. Also, Thomas Massie intros a bill to leave NATO, and Randi Weingarten is a horrible person. Buy my new card game: WOKE WORD WARS - ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FLF8Y16S⁠⁠ Help support what we do and grow our show! ⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ / lionsofliberty⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ OR support us on Locals! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://lionsofliberty.locals.com/⁠⁠⁠... Subscribe to the all new FIRST EPISODE PODCAST! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://cms.megaphone.fm/channel/ENTS.... First Episode Pod on Rumble: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://rumble.com/c/c-567943 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Terrible noticia la muerte de Jorge Martínez a los 70 años. El cáncer se lleva a una de las figuras más importantes e influyentes de nuestra música. Un artista único que personificó el lado más macarra y callejero del rock, el cual combinó con una faceta melódica y poética. Gran guitarrista, genial letrista, magnífico conversador. Las canciones de Ilegales siempre formarán parte de nuestra banda sonora.Playlist;ILEGALES “El bosque fragante y sombrío” (Rebelión)ILEGALES “Destruye” (Agotados de esperar el fin)ILEGALES “Joven y arrogante” (Joven y arrogante)THE SAINTS “Empires (sometimes we fall)” (Long march through the jazz age)THE SAINTS “Imaginary fields forever” (Long march through the jazz age)THE SAINTS “Will you still be there” (Long march through the jazz age)THE SAINTS 73-78 “Know your product” (Live nights in Venice Vol. 1)THE SAINTS 73-78 “No time” (Live nights in Venice Vol. 1)WILD BILLY CHILDISH and CTMF “(I’m) Stranded”Versión y Original; THE SAINTS “(I’m) Stranded” (1976)THE DAMNED “See Emily play” (Not like everybody else)THE WAVE PICTURES “Sure and steady”PAT TODD and THE RANKOUTSIDERS “Like trash on the ground” (A one sided affair)Escuchar audio

UK Subs formed in 1976 when Charlie Harper was 32. They've had over 80 members, some of whom he can't remember. They never split up and are touring in 2026 to celebrate his 82nd birthday. “I vowed I'd keep playing as long at the Stones - which I'm now starting to regret!” After 50 years on the punk frontline, he's the first to see the humour in going deaf and “having to have the occasional sit-down”. This fond and honest conversation looks back at … … seeing the Stones at Ken Colyers' jazz club and drinking with them in the Porcupine … making £4 a day – “a fortune” – playing tube stations in 1964: “ex-buskers never get stagefright” … “dreadlocks, Afros, convoy cuts” – confessions of a teenage hairdresser … what he learnt from Joe Strummer and the 101-ers … his punk epiphany: seeing the Damned at the Roxy in 1976 … playing France's Hellfest to 30,000 people and why the spirit of ‘77 still burns on the West Coast … famous fans: Guns N'Roses, Hanoi Rocks, Dinosaur Jnr … the UK Subs' run-in with US Immigration … skiffle, Jesse Fuller, Woody Guthrie, Big Bill Broonzy, Donovan and mid-‘70s R&B …the onstage rigours of getting old: “I don't get adrenaline anymore and have to have the occasional sit-down!” … Where Did I Leave My Glasses? Why Did I Come Upstairs? – our fantasy tracks for the senior citizen! Order UK Subs tickets here: https://ww.uksubstimeandmatter.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=16899&Itemid=161Help us to keep The Longest Conversation In Rock going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week's show, after a John Lennon memorial: brand new Voxtrot, The Damned, DIIV, Joe Pernice, Trolley, Bevis Frond, Geese, and Flying Vipers (with Roger Miller), plus The Beatles, Otis Redding, Flying Burrito Brothers, Utopia, Faron Young, (the oth...

UK Subs formed in 1976 when Charlie Harper was 32. They've had over 80 members, some of whom he can't remember. They never split up and are touring in 2026 to celebrate his 82nd birthday. “I vowed I'd keep playing as long at the Stones - which I'm now starting to regret!” After 50 years on the punk frontline, he's the first to see the humour in going deaf and “having to have the occasional sit-down”. This fond and honest conversation looks back at … … seeing the Stones at Ken Colyers' jazz club and drinking with them in the Porcupine … making £4 a day – “a fortune” – playing tube stations in 1964: “ex-buskers never get stagefright” … “dreadlocks, Afros, convoy cuts” – confessions of a teenage hairdresser … what he learnt from Joe Strummer and the 101-ers … his punk epiphany: seeing the Damned at the Roxy in 1976 … playing France's Hellfest to 30,000 people and why the spirit of ‘77 still burns on the West Coast … famous fans: Guns N'Roses, Hanoi Rocks, Dinosaur Jnr … the UK Subs' run-in with US Immigration … skiffle, Jesse Fuller, Woody Guthrie, Big Bill Broonzy, Donovan and mid-‘70s R&B …the onstage rigours of getting old: “I don't get adrenaline anymore and have to have the occasional sit-down!” … Where Did I Leave My Glasses? Why Did I Come Upstairs? – our fantasy tracks for the senior citizen! Order UK Subs tickets here: https://ww.uksubstimeandmatter.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=16899&Itemid=161Help us to keep The Longest Conversation In Rock going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

UK Subs formed in 1976 when Charlie Harper was 32. They've had over 80 members, some of whom he can't remember. They never split up and are touring in 2026 to celebrate his 82nd birthday. “I vowed I'd keep playing as long at the Stones - which I'm now starting to regret!” After 50 years on the punk frontline, he's the first to see the humour in going deaf and “having to have the occasional sit-down”. This fond and honest conversation looks back at … … seeing the Stones at Ken Colyers' jazz club and drinking with them in the Porcupine … making £4 a day – “a fortune” – playing tube stations in 1964: “ex-buskers never get stagefright” … “dreadlocks, Afros, convoy cuts” – confessions of a teenage hairdresser … what he learnt from Joe Strummer and the 101-ers … his punk epiphany: seeing the Damned at the Roxy in 1976 … playing France's Hellfest to 30,000 people and why the spirit of ‘77 still burns on the West Coast … famous fans: Guns N'Roses, Hanoi Rocks, Dinosaur Jnr … the UK Subs' run-in with US Immigration … skiffle, Jesse Fuller, Woody Guthrie, Big Bill Broonzy, Donovan and mid-‘70s R&B …the onstage rigours of getting old: “I don't get adrenaline anymore and have to have the occasional sit-down!” … Where Did I Leave My Glasses? Why Did I Come Upstairs? – our fantasy tracks for the senior citizen! Order UK Subs tickets here: https://ww.uksubstimeandmatter.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=16899&Itemid=161Help us to keep The Longest Conversation In Rock going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Motörhead - Ace of Spades: The Bar Band That Redefined Metal (Whether They Liked It Or Not)What happens when you salvage a beaten‑up classic from the graveyard? You discover why Motörhead's Ace of Spades remains one of the most influential rock albums of all time—even if Lemmy himself refused to call it metal.Recorded in six weeks during the summer of 1980 and unleashed that October, Ace of Spades is 36 minutes of raw, boogie‑infused rock and roll cranked up to 11. On this episode of Dig Me Out: 80s Metal, hosts Jason Ziad, Tim Minneci, and Chip Midnight resurrect this second‑chance poll winner to explore why this album sounds like nothing else—and why that matters.The classic lineup of Lemmy Kilmister, “Fast” Eddie Clarke, and Phil “Philthy Animal” Taylor weren't trying to invent metal. They were channeling Chuck Berry, ZZ Top, and Thin Lizzy through a blown amp, adding a danceable swing that inspired everyone from Metallica and Slayer to The Hellacopters and New Bomb Turks. This is the sound of a band that knew exactly what they did well and executed it with surgical precision—even when they got sick of playing “Ace of Spades” every night.If you love early Van Halen, AC/DC, the Ramones, or the New Wave of British Heavy Metal, this episode is for you. We break down how Lemmy's voice became the second guitar, why Eddie Clarke's playing is criminally underrated, and what it means when an album charts everywhere from Sweden to Greece but barely makes a dent in the U.S.Episode Highlights00:00 – Intro: Why this listener‑suggested album almost didn't happen01:38 – The “second chance poll” rescue mission and how Testament won the first round05:42 – Chip's legendary three‑question interview with Lemmy (spoiler: he left to “freshen his drink”)10:09 – Album history: recorded August–September 1980, produced by Vic Maile (Hendrix, Zeppelin, Clapton)14:25 – Lemmy's time in Hawkwind, The Damned, and as Jimi Hendrix's roadie17:29 – (We Are) The Road Crew – Why Lemmy's tribute to roadies still makes crew members cry18:20 – The “Ace of Spades” legend: Why Lemmy sang “eight of spades” for years and nobody noticed19:02 – What Works: Jay breaks down the 70s swing, boogie‑rock energy, and danceable aggression25:14 – Fast and Loose – The ZZ Top‑meets‑Motörhead shuffle that proves this is rock and roll27:07 – How Motörhead influenced thrash, punk, and 90s action rock (Hellacopters, New Bomb Turks)31:54 – The Chase Is Better Than the Catch – The Van Halen‑inspired riff that almost wasn't34:18 – Eddie Clarke's guitar genius: Why “Fast” Eddie is the secret weapon of this album37:58 – What Doesn't Work: Aged lyrics, formulaic moments, and why Lemmy's voice is an acquired taste42:34 – Why fade‑outs are the album's worst decision48:53 – Final Verdicts: Worthy Album, Better EP, or Decent Single?55:37 – Gavin Reed gets credit for suggesting this album (and arguing with Jay about whether it's metal)Keep the Conversation GoingThis album came back from the dead because a listener like you suggested it. What record deserves a second chance? What forgotten classic or underrated gem should we dig out next?Join the Metal Union at digmeoutpodcast.com suggest and vote on future albums. Paid subscribers get access to bonus episodes covering 70s rock, 80s metal, and 2000s rock, plus new release reviews and our private Discord community where the debates never stop.Pick an album and join us on the podcast at dmounion.com.For Jason, Chip, and Tim—thanks for digging with us. We'll see you next time on Dig Me Out: 80s Metal. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.digmeoutpodcast.com/subscribe

Scenario 04 would like a recap and if you've been paying attention that scenario might potentially be worth a second episode and a second recap because it was so big... or something... we take a dive into The Crypt of the Damned and go through what we experienced. We talk a little about last weeks cheesy topic, and bring back our Monster Spotlight having little delve into Cultists and Living Bones. (Again due to recording time conflicts this episode is slightly shorter but hopefully we can get back to a slightly fuller episode soon)Find us on: IG - https://www.instagram.com/am_dirt/YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@amdirtOr contact us directly at: contact@rollingterribly.com** Please note our episodes may contain spoilers for all games in the Haven series but we will try to keep them to a minimum **

The crew makes their way down into the basement of Radvir's shop and get a little more than they bargained for.    Cast: Gary Eoff - Game Master Gary Garcia - Thwip McClintock Phillip De Leon - Genoeva Natacia Ursula de Cascabel aka "Genny" Keith Thomason - Yaneeko John Blizzard - Diego Dominus Klint Georgeson - Porkchop   Music: Gates of Delirium from Gates of Delirium by Midnight Syndicate (https://www.midnightsyndicate.com/product/gates-of-delirium/)   Procession of the Damned from Gates of Delirium by Midnight Syndicate (https://www.midnightsyndicate.com/product/gates-of-delirium/)   Halls of Insurrection from Gates of Delirium by Midnight Syndicate (https://www.midnightsyndicate.com/product/gates-of-delirium/)   Forging the Scarab from The Dead Matter: Cemetery Gates by Midnight Syndicate (https://www.midnightsyndicate.com/product/the-dead-matter-cemetery-gates/)     Ambiance: Sword Coast Soundscapes (http://www.youtube.com/swordcoastsoundscapes)   Need some snacks to enhance your gaming session? Check out the D&D Adventures Rations Pack from Mythical Meats! https://shop.mythicalmeats.com/products/dungeons-dragons-variety-pack?sca_ref=7946851.eGmnnJQVAwIneaihttps://ntsdgaming.com?sca_ref=6402987.ZaeDIC1rRt

The Adventure of the Missing Bloodstains: A Sherlock Holmes MysteryThe conversation delves into the investigation surrounding Canterbury's death, focusing on the significance of blood stains and the methods used to prove their presence. The discussion highlights the challenges of forensic evidence and the implications of seemingly clean surfaces in criminal investigations.In the heart of London, amidst the steam and seclusion of a Turkish bath, a chilling mystery unfolds. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson find themselves entangled in a case that challenges even the sharpest of minds. The tranquility of the bath is shattered when Lord Canterbury is found dead, stabbed six times, yet mysteriously devoid of bloodstains.As Holmes and Watson delve deeper, they uncover a web of political intrigue and deception. The murder weapon, a bloodstained knife, is discovered in the locker of a prominent political figure, Mr. Tunbridge. Yet, the absence of bloodstains on his person raises questions. Could he have committed such a brutal act without leaving a trace?Holmes, with his unparalleled deductive skills, uncovers the truth hidden beneath layers of deceit. The real culprit, a cunning adversary, had orchestrated the murder to incite political chaos. In a dramatic turn of events, Holmes and Watson find themselves locked in a steam room, facing imminent danger. But with quick thinking and a bit of luck, they manage to escape and bring the true villain to justice.This gripping tale of mystery and suspense is a testament to the brilliance of Sherlock Holmes and the enduring partnership with Dr. Watson. As they return to Baker Street, the case closed, they are reminded that in the world of crime-solving, nothing is ever as it seems.Subscribe now to follow more thrilling adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.TakeawaysThere wasn't a drop of blood on him.No matter how thoroughly you try to remove a blood stain, it will never... out.Sturius Blue speaks proof infallibly that there was blood on the towel.I have scrubbed, I have used soap, I even boiled that towel.If I can prove that this towel that you so carefully washed once had blood stains...Now I'll drop a few drops of my famous solution onto the cloth.Yes, it's undoubtedly blood.That will never prove.Damned spots.The investigation highlights the challenges of forensic evidence. Canterbury, blood stains, mystery, proof, investigation

HOSTS:Kurt Taylor Steve —————————- Tremble is a horror podcast that digs into the wide range of the genre to highlight the strongest films across every corner of horror. On this episode, the Tremble crew examines Village of the Damned from 1960. This British classic delivers a cold and unsettling take on alien influence, small town […]

2:57: A rant for the 49ers haters:9:19: Looking ahead to the 49ers' and their rivals' schedules13:36: Another rant for the 49ers fans who want everything to go wrong:17:13: How is Kyle Shanahan not part of the Coach of the Year conversation?26:53: Diving into the College Football Playoff debate:34:01: The Warriors are in a lot of trouble tonight40:54: Today in history: Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Weather be DAMNED, we’ve got some mid-week Premier League Action to get into.  A full 10 slate provides an ampul opportunity for the guys to get back into their winning ways.  Rob and Bryce discuss the limitations and opportunities presented in each match and as alway provide for you 2 picks a piece for action on 40% of the games. Quote: “Liverpool their winners of 1 straight” -Bryce Music: Dan Barsh, Double Eagle

This week we're discussing every album by the Damned from 1995 to 2023. This era of the the Damned, while less talked about, features the departure of longtime drummer and founding member Rat Scabies. Without beating around the bush, there are some rough albums here. But it's not unsalvageable!   Intro/Where We Left Off 00:00 Not of This Earth 8:32 Grave Disorder 22:51 So, Who's Paranoid? 35:48 Evil Spirits 44:41 Darkadelic 55:14 Outro 1:01:44   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Patreon https://www.patreon.com/everyalbumever   Merch https://pandermonkey.creator-spring.com/   Mike's EP: Pander Monkey on Bandcamp, Spotify, Apple,   Mike on Instagram @pandermonkey Alex on Bluesky @octatron3030 Tom on Instagram @tomosmansounds   History Tom's stuff: Music on Spotify, Apple Podcast on Spotify, YouTube Substack Website   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Mike's Picks: Grave Disorder (2001) -- Best Album, Personal Favorite Not of This Earth (1995) -- Worst Album, Least Favorite   Alex's Picks: Grave Disorder (2001) -- Best Album, Personal Favorite Evil Spirits (2018) -- Worst Album, Least Favorite   Albums we discussed this episode... Not of This Earth (1995) Grave Disorder (2001) So, Who's Paranoid? (2008) Evil Spirits (2018) Darkadelic (2023)      

With the end in sight, Tyler, Natasha, and Terry must end the threat in any way they can in the finale of Remember to Forget by Brad!==========Check out the show, socials, and support links here!==========Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership who has licensed its use here. The contents of this media are © Green Box Gaming 2024, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

SNFU founders Marc and Brent Belke discuss band history, rare recordings, records, vinyl reissues on Trust Records, upcoming events at the Punk Rock Museum & more. Topics Include: Marc and Brent Belke join from Vancouver and Victoria to discuss SNFU's December 5th Punk Rock Museum exhibit and album re-release. The exhibit coincides with Trust Records' re-release of SNFU's debut album "...And No One Else Wanted to Play" with extensive extras. The re-release includes a 53-page booklet with rare photos, interview excerpts, and a full record of early demos and alternate versions. The exhibit features band paraphernalia, posters, t-shirts, and artwork, originally displayed at a Saskatchewan museum last summer before moving to Vegas. Marc and Brent will provide guided tours at the Punk Rock Museum and participate in a roundtable discussion on December 5th. The brothers describe Edmonton's early 1980s scene as intimate with only 50 people, mixing new wave, rockabilly, and emerging hardcore sounds. Getting punk records in Alberta meant ordering from New York stores via mail, waiting two months, and receiving only 25% of selections. Pivotal records included Bad Brains' ROIR cassette, Let Them Eat Jellybeans compilation, Sex Pistols' debut, and Minor Threat's Out of Step. The LA hardcore scene heavily influenced SNFU, with bands like Circle Jerks, Social Distortion, and Youth Brigade making significant impressions. SNFU formed when Marc and Brent's band lost members, recruiting bassist Curtis and drummer Evan Kaufmann based on personality over experience. Singer Chi Pig brought irreverent humor and sarcastic lyrics that became central to SNFU's identity and separated them from serious hardcore bands. The band recorded their debut album in two weeks with limited preparation, creating the raw energy that defined their sound. Early SNFU combined hardcore speed with melodic elements, drawing from both aggressive punk and bands like The Damned and Buzzcocks. The band signed with BYO Records for their second album, appreciating the DIY ethos and direct artist-to-label relationship. SNFU toured extensively across North America, playing everywhere from established venues to DIY spaces and experiencing varied punk scenes nationwide. The brothers discuss how the band's legacy feels incomplete, with the Trust re-release helping emphasize positive aspects of their history. Brent left SNFU to attend music school, studying jazz and strings, and now works creating music for film projects. Marc emphasizes Trust Records' meticulous approach, taking four years to perfect the release compared to SNFU's tendency to rush. Both brothers have never visited the Punk Rock Museum and look forward to experiencing it while giving tours on December 5th. High resolution version of this podcast is available at: www.Patreon.com/VinylGuide Apple: https://tinyurl.com/tvg-ios Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/tvg-spot Amazon Music: https://tinyurl.com/tvg-amazon Support the show at Patreon.com/VinylGuide

It's that time of year again! Bonuses, Taxes, Inventory, Extra Compensation and of course the potential to lose a key employee.   This week we dive into the uncomfortable conversation of how to pay 'Christmas Bonuses" Enrollment for the Blue Collar Bootcamp 2026 begins so get signed up and change your business forever!

Send us a textIt's midday in the small English village of Midwich. Whether you're talking on the phone at home, driving a bus, riding a bicycle, you suddenly pass out, without warning. Even dogs and cows are down and out! And when everyone awakens, it is eventually discovered that something very peculiar has happened to the women of Midwich. Has it become a Village of the Damned (1960)???

This week's show, after a Damned demolition: brand new The Scenics (world premier!), Tombstones in Their Eyes, Trinary System, Tony Molina, Shudder to Think, Cliff & Ivy, Guided By Voices, and Larry Beckett & Stuart Anthony, plus The Beatles, The Idle ...

The ACP goes from grim darkness to hyper neon futuristic when the gang talks to artist Pye Parr (Petrol Head, Realm of the Damned)! From his graphic design origins to working on a black metal graphic novel, the importance of good collaboration, technical drawing, influences and how he came to a guest artist on The New Gods. The gang also discuss page rates, prepping kickstarters, throw each other under the bus and of course recommend a whole bunch of great comics and creators to check out this week. Great stuff to check out: Pye Parr, Petrol Head, Realm of the Damned, Alec Worley, Rob Williams, The New Gods, Consenting Adults, Luke Michael Copsey, DUI4, Simon Russell, Zack Cahill, Hellbreaker, Ian Ashcroft, Pat Mills, Vyper: Red Shadow, Illustrators Fair, Birthmark Girl, Timestop: Ugly Old Man, Paul Ashley Brown, Browner Knowle, Sean Azzopardi, Lifes a Party: Then There Was Time?,

Welcome to Episode 6 of the Errol Flynn Series - Let's continue with the book "Errol Flynn Slept Here" - It's time for Ch. 4- "Flying the Jolly Roger." Up at Mulholland Farm, Errol continues to booze and live it up, and he even brawls in clubs on the Sunset Strip. But the most outrageous story is yet to come…How DID the dead body of Hollywood Legend John Barrymore make its way up to Errol's living room one creepy night in 1942? Find out! Loving this Errol Flynn Series? Watch it on MY YT CHANNEL - The Episodes come alive with great photos of Errol Flynn, which you can enjoy while I read and discuss the chapters with you! He really was SO handsome- do yourself a favor and WATCH the episodes too! Click here - https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLyIMNnG5yA1_MnnfJQwAjtzm7215e4JMQ Love the show? Leave a 5 star review on Apple Podcasts and share this episode!   Watch my episodes - Go to my YouTube Channel and subscribe -https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2FsXn-xhr4mYIAK0569BBw   I have a channel membership over there if you'd like to support me! Simply click on the "join" button underneath my YT videos - thanks.   Can't join but want to leave a tIp? Help keep me caffeinated and fill my tip jar here - https://buymeacoffee.com/jenniferc  Other stuff  I've been a licensed esthetician and a makeup artist for over two decades - Want to see a list of all of my favorite beauty product recommendations? Everything I love, use, and wear all the time - CLICK HERE - https://shopmy.us/jenniferc/shelves   BUY MY ONLINE SKINCARE GUIDES HERE-  https://jenniferchristopherson.com In Christ, Xo Jennifer    Disclaimer- This video/podcast episode is under Fair Use: Section 107 of the Copyright Act provides the statutory framework for determining whether something is a fair use and identifies certain types of uses—such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research—as examples of activities that may qualify as fair use. All rights and credit go directly to its rightful owners. No copyright infringement intended. All Opinions are my own and within my right to express under the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution      

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In this episode of Chilling Tales for Dark Nights, host Steve Taylor invites you to step back into the deep woods of 1984, where a group of forgotten kids, sent away for a taste of normalcy, found something far more terrifying waiting for them among the trees - a story of innocence lost, of friendships forged under fire, and of the haunting realization that some horrors don't stay in the past. Pack a flashlight, stay with the group, and whatever you do… don't wander off the trail. This is one trip into the woods you won't forget. To watch the podcast on YouTube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://bit.ly/ChillingEntertainmentYT⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Don't forget to subscribe to the podcast for free wherever you're listening or by using this link: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://bit.ly/ChillingTalesPod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ If you like the show, telling a friend about it would be amazing! You can text, email, Tweet, or send this link to a friend: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://bit.ly/ChillingTalesPod⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

THIS IS A PREVIEW. FOR THE FULL EPISODE, GO TO Patreon.com/worstofall The lads throw on their bowler hats and blame on their shoes the faults of their feet as they cover Samuel Beckett's tragicomic masterpiece: Waiting for Godot. Topics include the origins of Godot, the benefits of being stabbed in the chest, and the enduring legacy of a stage play where nothing happens twice. Media Referenced in this Episode: Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett. 1953. Damned to Fame: The Life of Samuel Beckett by James Knowlson. Simon and Schuster. 1996. Panic Attack by John Lahr. The New Yorker. May 11th, 2009. SAMUEL BECKETT: Waiting for Godot : Bert Lahr / E. G. Marshall The 1957 All-Black Broadway Cast of 'Waiting For Godot' in the Archives | The New York Public Library TWOAPW theme by Brendan Dalton: Patreon // brendan-dalton.com // brendandalton.bandcamp.com Interstitial: “A Message from Mr. Godot” // Written by A.J. Ditty // Featuring A.J. DItty as “Mr. Godot” and Eleanor Philips as “The Weird Brother”.

Baxie talks with Spike Slawson—lead singer of the all-star cover band Me First and The Gimme Gimmes! For the last 30 years Spike (along with help from such legends as CJ Ramone, Fat Mike from NOFX, Pinch from The Damned, and many others) have become the GREATEST PUNK ROCK COVER BAND in history! Recently the band became Spike and the Gimme Gimmies and have just released a very special Yuletide update of Mariah Carey's “All I Want For Christmas Is You”. It's an instant Christmas classic! Listen on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, YouTube, and on the Rock102 app! Brought to you by Metro Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram of Chicopee!

Andy starts with the status of Jayden Daniels coming off the bye week and a look at the NFL action over the weekend. (19:18) Buzz Williams takes Maryland hoops west for feast week. (36:17) Tom Brady on the one throw he would like to have back and his favorite Super Bowl victory. (54:39) 55 years ago today, Jim Plunkett wins the Heisman. To hear the whole show, tune in live from 9:00 AM - 11:00 AM Monday-Friday. For more sports coverage, download the ESPN630 AM app, visit https://www.sportscapitoldc.com. To join the conversation, check us out on twitter @ESPN630DC and @andypollin1See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of Outside the Cinema, hosts Bill and Chris delve into the world of future cult movies, discussing their recent experiences with new releases, particularly focusing on 'The Dead Thing' and 'The Damned'. They explore themes of intimacy, relationships, and societal issues while also promoting their vintage horror merchandise. The conversation highlights the nuances of horror as a genre and the importance of understanding character motivations and societal reflections in film. In this episode, the hosts delve into the film 'The Damned,' discussing its themes of isolation, supernatural elements, and character dynamics. They explore the cinematography and emotional impact of the film, leading to a recommendation. The conversation then transitions to a review of 'The Purge: Election Year,' where Joe shares his thoughts on the film's political commentary and character development. Finally, Reverend Scott reviews 'Predator Badlands,' highlighting its unique storytelling and character arcs.